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I'm one of the best paid and most in-demand male escorts worldwide. I live primarily in hotels. And in my private health club in my London penthouse.
My clients are the very rich and popular: leading models, athletes, singers, starlets, and even royals. All loaded with money. In my line of duty cash is not a factor; I get effectively paid and constantly what I request for. That's one of the advantages when you're in a league of your own.
The cost I need to pay is living a hush hush life of secrecy and ensuring I'm in no other way related to my customers. And I'm constantly tested and under examination of a medical professional who works for MI5. This provides me clearance with even the most delicate contacts, like the princesses of Britain and Monaco.
I do whatever my clients want me to do, I know no limitations thinking about sex. Given that they are the consumer they can call the shots. With 2 exceptions. All my clients are at least 18 years old, and I work strictly without condoms. There's no exception to this rule. I constantly firmly insist on coming inside. That is also non negotiable. Money shots are of no interest to my customers, and the interactions are never taped.
Otherwise I'm into anything. I'm in some cases even used for breeding, which the result I'm having offspring that are likewise kids of the famous. I'm particularly utilized for this function by lesbians. A pussy is a pussy, so to me it's all the same.
We're never ever seen together in public. I'm not an escort who red wines and dines the ladies, I'm strictly there for the sex. Simply since I'm proficient at it. My clients loves me since of my above average and very straight dick, and my extreme stamina. I can go on uninterrupted for a long time and just come on task force, similar to the finest male pornography stars.For the sake of discreetness I'm either currently in the hotel suite of my client when she gets here, or I'm escorted in by her security information. A divergent example was the current visit to Amsterdam by Michelle at the end of her European book trip promoting her autobiography. When she finished her lecture at the Ziggo Dome she was ushered to my Prinsengracht loft rather of her hotel suite. I mostly work from my London penthouse, but as a Dutchman I still have my pied-à-terre in Amsterdam. She was delivered at my door at ten thirty. I opened a nice chilled bottle of Chablis, and while Michelle ate the light snacks I had all set for her, I ate in restaurants her matured snatch. We delved into my economy size bed. I brought her to at least 3 orgasms, mainly by worshipping her divine furr-lined gash with my mouth and tongue and fingers.
Since she had actually provided her last lecture of the series she needed some diversion to loosen up. With Barak not at hand my discrete services were a hassle-free option. Prior to I sent the mature MILF back to her hotel some two hours later on I fucked Michelle deep and difficult and left my hallmark memento at the threshold of her womb. I remember my very first task like it was the other day. At the time I survived on Barbados. I was there on a vacation, enjoying the sun, browse and sand, and life in general, particularly the women on the beach in skimpy swimsuits. I had actually just recently made a small fortune from offering my ICT start-up. I could live my life without additional income for peaceful some time, so I chose to stay there.
One day a male approached me at the bar. Fit, friendly, peaceful handsome. He said he had actually discovered my yearning for the women, the way I observed them on the beach. He asked me if I had seen the ladies' desire for me. I had not. He described to me they did. He informed me there was something that made the women want me, physically. They wished to make love with me. Was it my body, I asked him. That might be part of it, he said, however not necessarily so. Undoubtedly women are more brought in to good-looking males, but that's not enough for them to want to have sex. Really wishing to make love, beyond a short lived vision. Like a burning desire that needs to be extinguished. He was sure I had that destination.
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